Little Bombradier

Subject:bowie david/little bombradier

I am going through my collection of Bowie songs (i.e. Every one in

existence) and putting them all down. If anyone wants one in particular,

e-mail me and I'll do it next. (toomey@sos.net)

This little ditty is off of my "London Boy" compilation (a nice 18 song

import album, a good purchase for any Bowie fan). It's called "Little

Bombradier"

 

War made him a soldier, little Franky Mear

Peace left him a loser, the little bombradier.

Lines of worry appeared with age, unskilled hands that knew no trade

Bm Cm C D G (C Cm G)

Spent his time in a picture(?) house, the little bombradier.

Franky drank his money, the little that he made

Told his woes to no man, friendless lonely days.

Then one day in the ABC, four small eyes gazed longingly

At the ice cream in the hand of the little bombradier.

 

Sunshine entered our Franky's days

Gone his sorrows his hopeless maze

His life was fun and his heart was full of joy

Two young children had changed his his aims,

He bought the toffees and played their games

He bought them presents with every coin he made.

 

Then two gentlemen called on him, asked him for his name

Why was he friends with the children, were they just a game

Leave them alone or we'll get sore, we've had blokes like you in this nation

before

The hand of authority said "no more" to the little bombradier.

Packed his bags, his heart in pain, wiped a tear and caught a train

Not to be seen in this town again, the little bombradier.

There are a few chords at the end that I can't figure out because everyone

is asleep in my house so I can't use the piano to figure out all those

suspensions and augmentations, or whatever they turn out to be. Will send

the correction as soon as I work it out.